#eddie fluff

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₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ eddie munson x reader ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

you meet wayne for the first time

1k words

a/n - i’m realizing this is more focused on eddie than wayne😭😭 it's okay i still love it. thank you for requesting angel!!

By the third album Eddie has played for you, you are more convinced that he likes listening to screaming and loud guitar more than actual rock. You’d never say that to his face though, your relationship a bit too new and fresh for that amount of teasing. Maybe one day you’ll work up the courage. 

Eddie is saying something over the music, looking at you earnestly. You reach over the center console of his van and turn down the dial before you have to ask him to repeat it and he forgets it all. He does that often, acts like his mind is in ten different places at all times. You can’t help but smile at him now, his frizzy hair haloing his face like he’s been fighting the wind. (He really just stuck his head out the window while driving earlier.)

“I couldn’t hear you over the music,” You explain at his look. His confusion switches to something else entirely, his teeth shining beneath the nearby street lights. Something you have told him before is that he reminds you of the Cheshire cat when he smiles like this; full of teeth and frizzy hair. 

He huffs out a laugh, his breath rustling pieces of his hair. “I said..” He starts, and you know that you’re in for it. His head tips downward and to the side, his mouth finding your cheek. “That you should sleepover tonight.” A shiver shot down your spine; whether it was from his words or his warm breath against your skin, you weren’t sure.

You and Eddie Munson had been paired up for a science experiment, much to your surprise. Eddie was known for his rebellious attitude and love for heavy metal, but you’d never really spoken to him much before today. The two of you sat at the back of the classroom, your table strewn with beakers, test tubes, and a small Bunsen burner.

As you reached over to grab a flask, your hand brushed against Eddie’s side. You felt him tense up immediately, a slight twitch in his body. You glanced at him, seeing a flicker of something in his eyes, but he quickly looked away, focusing on the experiment. Curiosity piqued, you wondered if you had imagined it.

A few minutes later, you needed to reach over again, this time for a pipette. Your fingers grazed his ribs, and there it was again—the unmistakable flinch. You bit back a smile, realizing that Eddie Munson, the tough metalhead, was ticklish.

Unable to resist, you slowly moved your hand back to the flask, letting your fingers linger just a bit longer on his ribs. Eddie let out a tiny, almost inaudible gasp, his hand gripping the edge of the table. He shot you a warning look, his cheeks faintly pink.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” he whispered, his voice low and strained.

“Nothing,” you whispered back innocently, your eyes wide with feigned innocence. “Just trying to get the pipette.”

He narrowed his eyes but turned back to the experiment. You waited a moment before you 'accidentally' brushed his side again. This time, his reaction was a bit more pronounced; a stifled snort escaped his lips, and he hunched over slightly, trying to shield himself from your playful fingers.

“Cut it out,” he hissed, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Why? Does it tickle?” you asked, your tone teasing.

Eddie rolled his eyes, but you could see him struggling to maintain his composure. “We’re in the middle of class, Y/N. Have some mercy.”

You grinned mischievously. “Oh, but where’s the fun in that?”

You reached out and purposefully tickled his side, your fingers scribbling up and down, and this time Eddie had to clamp a hand over his mouth to suppress a laugh. His other hand swatting at yours. You were thoroughly enjoying this, the sight of Eddie Munson trying to keep it together while you tickled him was too entertaining to stop.

“Y/N, seriously,” he managed to say between gritted teeth, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

You finally decided to give him a break, but not without one last poke. Eddie let out a small yelp and glared at you, though the effect was ruined by his twitching lips.

“Fine, fine, I’ll stop,” you said, holding up your hands in surrender.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie muttered, still smiling. “Just wait until I get you back.”

As the experiment progressed, you couldn’t resist sneaking in more tickles. You waited until he was focusing on pouring a liquid into a beaker, then lightly dragged your fingers along his ribs. Eddie jerked, the beaker nearly slipping from his hand. He shot you a pleading look, but you just grinned back at him.

“Y/N,” he whispered urgently, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching.

You leaned closer, your fingers dancing along his side again. Eddie’s whole body tensed, and he let out a louder laugh, quickly turning it into a cough as the teacher glanced in your direction.

“Everything alright back there?” Mr. Clarke asked, raising an eyebrow.

Eddie nodded, clearing his throat. “Yes, Mr. Clarke, just, uh, inhaled some fumes.”

Mr. Clarke nodded, satisfied with the explanation, and turned back to the front of the class. You stifled a giggle, watching as Eddie tried to regain his composure.

“Are you trying to get us in trouble?” he whispered, though his eyes were sparkling with amusement.

“Maybe,” you whispered back, giving him a playful nudge.

Eddie rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. “You’re going to regret this, Y/N.”

“We’ll see about that,” you said with a grin.

Not so Scary Eddie

You find out that Eddie isn’t so scary after all…..

Date night

Eddie doesn’t know if this was such a good idea…..

Truth or dare

Eddie faces a new kind of monster….

Experiments

You discover more than you bargained before in science class….

Not so scary Eddie

It had been a harrowing day, but at least everyone was safe for now. Eddie Munson’s caravan had become an impromptu refuge, a haven amidst the chaos. Wayne was working that night, and the younger kids had passed out in the bedrooms, exhausted from the day's events. In the living room, Eddie lay sprawled out on the worn-out sofa, his favorite horror film flickering on the TV.

You stood in the doorway, glancing at the lack of space on the couch. Eddie, sensing your presence, turned his head and shot you a cheeky grin. “Hey, Y/N. Couch’s taken, I’m afraid.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked over. “Budge up, Munson.”

Instead of moving, Eddie stretched out further, his grin widening. “Nah, I’m comfy.”

You huffed in mock annoyance before grabbing Eddie’s legs and lifting them up. “Fine, if you won’t move, then I will move you.” You plopped down and placed Eddie’s legs across your lap.

Eddie chuckled, a soft sound that made your heart flutter slightly. You had never hung out in the same circles, but after today’s events, you felt a strange bond with the metalhead. Unbeknownst to you; Eddie had always harbored a quiet crush on you, though he’d never dared to act on it.

You both focused on the movie for a while, the tense atmosphere from earlier slowly giving way to a comfortable silence. Your fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on Eddie’s jeans, your mind wandering away from the screen. After a moment, your eyes drifted down to Eddie’s feet, a mischievous idea sparking in your mind.

Without warning, you lightly tickled Eddie’s foot. Eddie flinched slightly but managed to keep a straight face, only a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betraying him. “What ‘ya doing?” he asked, his voice steady.

You smirked, not buying his nonchalance for a second. “Just seeing if the mighty Eddie Munson has a weakness.”

Eddie shrugged, placed his arms back behind his head in a relaxed position and feigned indifference as you continued your gentle assault. “Nope, no weaknesses to speak of,” he said, though his voice was a bit tighter.

“Oh really?” You arched an eyebrow, increasing the intensity of your tickling. Eddie’s efforts to maintain his composure were impressive; he bit his lip and clenched his fists, his face only slightly flushed.

You kept at it, determined to break him. “Come on, Eddie, I know you’re holding back.”

Eddie shook his head, but his resolve was weakening. “Not at all,” he said, though the strain was evident in his voice.

You smirked, your fingers dancing across his soles. “You’re like a stone, Munson. No reaction at all?”

Eddie’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he almost managed to keep his cool. But your persistence paid off as you found a particularly sensitive spot under his toes; Eddie’s composure cracked, and a strangled laugh escaped his lips.

“There it is!” You crowed triumphantly, pulling his toes back and doubling down on the ticklish spot. Eddie broke, unable to hold back giggles any longer.

“Okay, okay, truce!” Eddie gasped between laughs, grabbing at your hands. “I’m really ticklish, alright? You win.”

You laughed along with him, your own spirits lifting as you watched Eddie’s usually confident demeanor crumble under your touch. “You’re like a little kid, Munson.”

Eddie finally managed to grab your hands, pulling them away from his feet and holding them in his own. He was still laughing, his face flushed from the tickling. “Alright, you’ve had your fun and now you’re done. Leave my feet alone!”

But you weren’t done yet. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you wiggled your fingers closer to Eddie’s ribs. “Ok. Maybe I should test some other spots.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “No, no, no—” But it was too late. Your fingers found his ribs, and Eddie dissolved into a fit of laughter, squirming and trying to wriggle away. “Sta…. staaaahp….. please!”

You grinned, now thoroughly enjoying yourself. “Oh, come on. You have no weaknesses, remember?” You moved your fingers to Eddie’s armpits, wiggling them with relentless precision.

Eddie’s reaction was immediate and dramatic. He bucked and howled with laughter, clamping his arms down. His laughter became more desperate. But he had trapped your wiggling fingers in their target and couldn’t work out how to stop you. “No, not there! Anywhere but there!” he begged, tears of laughter streaming down his face.

You relented, pulling your hands away and giving Eddie a moment to catch his breath. “Wow, you’re really ticklish,” you teased, but your fingers were already moving again, targeting Eddie’s hips.

The moment your fingers brushed Eddie’s hips, he let out a very unmanly scream. “Nuh uh….. hahahaha….plea…. hahahahahaha…… please…. mercy!” he pleaded, shaking his head wildly. His floppy curls a tangled mess around his face. This was clearly his most ticklish spot. Eddie twisted and writhed, but in this state could not form a coherent thought long enough to work out how to escape your scribbling fingers. His laughter grew silent, as your fingers danced mercilessly on his hips. Eddie was losing his mind and all he could do was shake his head from side to side.

“Okay…… okay……. truce! Please…… Mercy!” I admit it, I am weak, you have bested me! Eddie managed to gasp out,

You finally stopped, your own laughter mingling with Eddie’s. “Alright, Munson, I think you’ve had enough.”

“You think?” Eddie glared at you, his body trembling with residual giggles.

He lay there, panting and grinning. “You’re... you’re pure evil, Y/N. I always thought you were a nice girl.”

You stared at him, taking in the tousled, blushing mess of a boy in front of you, the noise of the movie fading into the background. Eddie looked away, embarrassed by your gaze and recent discovery. “And I always thought you were a bit scary.” You shrugged.

Eddie’s voice was softer when he spoke again. “You know, you’re pretty cool, Y/N. I’m glad you’re here.”

Your heart skipped a beat, a warm feeling spreading through them. “I’m glad I’m here too, Eddie.”

-🕸️

I'm Dying

Pairing: Eddie x F!reader

Warnings: eddie being dramatic

Word count: 383

Note: i was going thru my drafts on tumblr and found this so enjoy ig :)

“Sit down for a minute wont ya” You laugh as Eddie continuously walks around the kitchen whilst you try to cook dinner for the two of you. 

Of course he didn’t listen and continued pacing around as he watched you. He was rambling on about god knows what, you had lost track a while ago.

“How about you be a taste tester?” You asked spinning around to face him. This clearly got his attention because he was now standing right in front of you. 

He watched you carefully dip the spoon into the stew. “Blow” You demanded as his eyes widened looking down at you suggestively. You rolled your eyes moving some of the curls out of his face before aggressively sticking the spoon into his mouth. 

His face distorted into disgust as he looked down at you trying not to say anything. “Oh yeah, very good,” he says, clearly lying. “Did you forget I hate broccoli?” He asks dramatically, clutching his heart. “Oh how could the women I love forget” He declares spinning around. 

You shake your head at his antics. “I didn't forget.. I added them so you don't die. You need to eat your veggies”.

He glared at you shaking his head. Again you stood there silently as he clutched his heart. “Oh god” He groaned as he fell to the floor. “You've killed me.. You finally have killed me” He says flailing around before not moving anymore and his whole body went limp. 

After a few minutes he rose from the dead. “I just died and you just watched” He pouted sitting on the floor. “You watched the love of your life die and you don’t care” He continues. 

“It’s almost like I can still hear him” You joked wiping away fake tears as you stirred the food before turning off the stove to let it cool.

One minute you were standing and the next you weren’t. He grabbed your hips and pulled you onto the floor and sat you on his lap. “The food really was good though” he explained before leaving a kiss on your lips. The taste of mint gum and cigarettes taking over your mouth.

Synopsis: 

The world is still ending, Hawkin’s is still split in half, and Eddie Munson is still a loser. He wants to run away from all the responsibility of The Upside Down and graduate on his fourth attempt at senior year when he meets Franchesca White. She’s his new English tutor who mysteriously reappeared after being missing for almost two years. His friends want him to investigate her disappearance, and he just wants to kiss her.

Warning: Extremely Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Porn with Plot.

Chapter 1

Fog hovered above the ground, still and unmoving. The clouds were grey and the air was damp, and Eddie Munson awoke in a sweat.

He woke before his alarm, something that had become a habit only recently. His calloused hands reached up and rubbed his eyes.

“You up, boy?” 

Wayne knocked on the door to his room, thundering with his strides and movements that only an old man could do before six in the morning.

“Yeah, yeah,” called out Eddie, only for his uncle to walk in.

Eddie felt that feeling, the one where it seemed as though a pile of stones were settling in his stomach. Wayne had just gotten home from his shift at the plant, and yet here he was, checking in on his nephew before school. 

“You ready this year?”

Eddie sat up to look at his uncle properly. There were bags under Wayne’s eyes, his clothes were old and tattered, and yet, year after year, the man never seemed to let his voice go monotone. Despite it all, he held out hope. 

“I gotta be,” was all Eddie said, but instead of false smiles and over enthused inflections, he sounded more sure this time. His jaw tightened. 

Wayne nodded, his brows furrowed.

“There’s no shame, you know, throwin’ in the towel. I did it. I can even get you a job up at the plant if you want.”

Eddie shook his head. He knew that. He knew he wasn’t destined for greatness anyway.

“I promised her, you know?”

Wayne paused, nodded, and left the room.

Eddie got ready for school. He felt numb and robotic as he brushed his teeth and showered, barely tasting the mint of the toothpaste or smelling the rosemary shampoo. 

And yet the day went on as it always did, no matter how many times he thought it wouldn’t. He stepped outside, shivered as he noticed the eerie weather, and got into his van as though it were 1985 all over again. As though it had never happened.

The fog shook him though. At every innocent glance he thought he saw floating spores, and his teeth grinded and his grip on the wheel tightened. It was a trick of the dark, he told himself.

Before he reached the school, he knew what to expect. Glares, whispers of murders and cults and demons. He knew that he wouldn’t be liked this year, more than ever before, and he was only sure that he had to get through it, rather than sure if he could.

Only, when he rounded in his van to park, a gang of familiar gawky teenagers stood proudly at the front entrance. They stood expectantly, grinning as he reversed in to a spot. 

This was what got him through the summer. Hearing stories that matched his own, leaning on those who understood, and seeing these kids who had been through more than any other person he knew. He smiled to himself.

“Eddie! My man!”

Dustin reached him first, patting his back like an old man. Eddie couldn’t help but grin.

“How ya feeling about the new school year? Feeling it this time?” 

His tone was jovial, but Eddie understood his intent. He knew he was worried.

“Hey, 22 and ready to graduate. Who said it’s ever too late?”

Dustin practically burst with joy. “That’s it! That’s our Eddie!”

Eddie looked around at the rest of the group.

“Steve? What are you doing here?”

Steve shrugged and half-smiled in that playboy way Eddie always hated.

“Making sure my kids get to school, ya know?”

It was hard to hate him sometimes when he said stuff like that.

Eddie saw the rest of the group, and felt Max’s absence, even now. Instead, a smaller, kinder face replaced hers. Mike’s long gangly arm hung off her shoulder and barely brushed against her short brown hair.

“You good, supergirl?”

He never exactly clicked with her the way he would have wanted to before the upside down. It felt weird, giving into the wants of learning about someone’s superpowers when they were the exact reason everything happened in the first place. He somehow felt like it was a touchy subject, or that he was the only one that thought that it should be. 

Her name, too, he soon realised. Eleven, Elle, or Jane? He felt like even Mike didn’t know. So, Supergirl worked.

“Yes,” she said clearly, properly. “I am good.”

Eddie nodded, mentally putting another little nerd on the roster of people to protect. That girl’s vernacular was going to have every mean girl in a one mile radius on her ass like hot snot.

“Alright, you kids head inside, I wanna talk to Eddie for a bit.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at Steve as everyone groaned.

“Don’t care, grown man business. Get going.”

They all huffed inside, with the occasional ‘yes, mom,’ that made Steve roll his eyes. 

“So,” began Eddie.

“So,” Steve repeated.

“What grown business we talking here, Stevie? Coz I don’t sell anymore, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

Steve rolled his eyes again. “I don’t want your drugs, Munson.”

Eddie grinned. “Oh, you’re looking for something else? Well I don’t usually swing that way, but I could make an exception. Sugar costs more than coke though, I gotta tell ya.”

“Oh shut it, Munson. I’m trying to be serious.”

Eddie let him continue.

“Just, take care of those guys, alright? And if anyone gives you trouble, which they will, call me.”

“Call you?”

“Call me.”

Eddie laughed. “No offense, Harrington, I really don’t wanna see you get your ass beat by high schoolers.”

“Hey, that was like, one time, and I was in high school at the time too, you know.”

Eddie gave him a condescending look. Steve sighed.

“Alright, or Nancy. Give Nancy a call.”

Eddie nodded. “Now that makes more sense.”

Steve often went red in the face talking to Eddie, and that conversation was no exception. He felt like he was about to burst out of his skin and combust into nothing but blood and skin. He couldn’t dance around a conversation the way he knew how, the way men were supposed to. He had to be clear and direct. It made him uncomfortable.

“I just don’t want you only relying on the kids. Not that I think you would, not on purpose, I just want them to be high schoolers, you know? We can deal with the other stuff.”

That made Eddie uncomfortable. He didn’t know when being dragged into a mythical underworld over the age of 18 suddenly made him responsible for armageddon and all the emotional turmoil that came with it, but somehow it did.

He had a responsibility now, more than the kids did. All he wanted to do was run away and never see Hawkins again.

“Hopper and I measured the gap again,” said Steve.

“Oh?” was Eddie’s only response. This conversation made him feel sick.

The gap was what they were calling the gaping split through Hawkins which leads to the upside down. The news had called it a ‘scientific mystery which needs further study,’ but so far only corrupt upside down scientists protected by the CSI had gotten their hands on it. Hopper had gotten special permission to look at it too, and Eddie always wondered what kind of hold he had over those people.

“It hasn’t gotten any bigger in the last month, which makes me feel great, but Hopper’s worried. It’s making him think there’s other plans in the work.”

“Plans better than just splitting the world in half? I can’t think of any,” said Eddie, nauseous.

Steve nodded. “That’s the worry.”

They stood in silence for a moment.

“So if you see anything-”

“I did, I think anyway, today.”

Steve looked at him expectantly.

Eddie rushed his words, feeling sweaty and panicked. 

“Spores, especially with the fogs, and the weather. I think I keep seeing them but I don’t know - it could be-”

Steve’s shoulders settled down and awkwardly placed his hand on Eddie’s leather-clad shoulder.

“I know, it could be in your head. I know that feeling.”

Eddie nodded.

“Well, thanks for letting me know. We’ll keep an eye on it.”

The bell rang.

“You better get to class, Munson.”

“Oh fuck,” was the only response Steve got as Eddie rushed towards the entrance.

“And Eddie?” Steve called out. 

Eddie whipped around, narrowly avoiding his long curls from becoming a mid-morning snack.

“Graduate, okay?”

Eddie grinned and saluted. “You got it, boss.”